Month: August 2018

An “Ordinary, Average, Every Day….” Weekend

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It was an “ordinary, average, every day, sane, psycho supergoddess” kind of weekend.

The weekdays are usually the same-plug away at the job and keep counting down the days until it’s Friday. This week was no different. So when the weekend comes, we usually like to do something different.

As you may know, we had a lot of different: our A/C conked out which left A LOT to be desired. It wasn’t too bad on Friday and Saturday because we had zero humidity and the temps were in the 80s. But come Sunday, the humidity jumped sky-high. That was miserable trying to sleep. Even with the fan on overhead, the air was stifling.

But Saturday was still a good day. Alain and I hit our usual winery here in Northern Virginia. We have two we really like: Quattro Goombas  and Stone Tower Winery which we where we found ourselves. We had both brought books to read. And why not? A book and a glass of wine is a great way to spend the day! There was even a wedding going on so we were able to people-watch. The bad part was trying to find a seat in the shade. That didn’t happen so we wandered inside.

We spent a few great hours sipping Chardonnay and reading. I love to read but when I’m not at home, I get antsy. I chalk it up to the fact that I can’t take off my shoes and kick my feet up on the couch. That’s why we didn’t stay too long.

We headed home and decided to go to the pool. There weren’t too many people either so we found great chaise lounges, plopped our towels down and jumped into the water. OK, we didn’t actually jump, we slowly lowered ourselves in. The water was wonderfully warm. After a while, we hopped out and lay out on the chairs.

That just reminded me that I’d much rather be in the Caribbean on a cruise ship. I asked hubby when we were taking our anniversary trip and I got a non-committal answer.

For now, I’ll keep heading to the pool, closing my eyes and imagining that I’m there. Let’s see how long that lasts….

Doe, A Deer, A Female Deer

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Today’s blog is a story about how I almost literally RAN into a DEER.

So there I was…. (that’s how my spouse thinks every story should start)

It was a normal day for me: I woke up at O Dark Thirty. Fed the dog. Ate breakfast and then prepared Remy for her morning walk.

She gets really excited whenever I say the word, “walk”. She does a little Paula Abdul tap dance and I have to wait for her to calm down and sit.

I put on her harness and then put on my sneakers. We headed out the door for our run.

Now if you’ve been following me, you know that I abhor running. It rates right up there with vacuuming. But that’s another story for another day.

Continuing on my original vein, I took Remy for our morning run. We were chugging along our new neighborhood route and I was struggling to keep running. It’s not that I can’t run the distance, it’s that I get bored with running.

“Why should I run when I can walk?,” I think. “Running is bad for the joints and I have bad knees to begin with!”

So I set a goal: the curb where the sidewalk ends. I had my goal created so now I just needed to get there. Keep running was my mantra. My feet are hitting the pavement (bam, bam, bam) and I’m focusing on breathing (in and out, in and out).

I was so intent on getting to my goal that I wasn’t paying attention to anything but that curb. Remy must have felt my intensity because she was plugging along beside me. We were getting closer and closer. Just before the end point, I looked up.

There, in front of us, was a deer. A beautiful female doe. She didn’t move. She stood there and stared at us as we continued on our way. I’m grateful that the curb encouraged us to turn or we would have run right into that creature.

We didn’t and no one was hurt. The incident just left me scratching my head and in awe of God’s creatures.

I have never seen a wild deer that wasn’t skittish when approached. Could deer be my new spirit creature? Never! But keep watching. One day I may write a story about it.